Thunder rumbled outside the house.
His brows were smooth, his long eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows under the lamp, his knuckles were distinct, and his wrist bone seemed as if carved from snow, pleasing to the eye.
Yu Tingwan held an empty jade cup, sat before him, waiting to drink.
"Everyone else grows old, only you remain youthful and robust."
Wei Zhao raised his eyebrow, the corner of his lips slightly lifted.
"I don't really care about youthfulness.'
"But I admit to being robust."
Three words and you're talking smut, aren't you?
How can you call Qingya indecent?
Yu Tingwan glared at him.
"Speak properly."
"That one in the palace gathered everyone, except for Zhu Wei whom I haven't heard of, all the officials were clearly arranged by the Grand Tutor, showing that the Dog Emperor has a plan in mind, yet he insists the Grand Tutor speak, what is the purpose of that?"
She was perplexed: "Is it just to watch the Grand Tutor scold people?"
